Spiritual Headache Bible Novels & Stories

I admitted, the weight of her question pressing down on me. “Then why is the mate haze affecting us?” she whispered, worry lacing her voice. I rolled out of bed, my mind spinning with too many questions. Heather followed, slipping out of bed to make us drinks. She handed me a glass of whiskey, her gaze lingering on me as I drank. A sharp headache suddenly pierced through my skull, and I winced, pressing a hand to my temple. Heather’s worried face swam into view as she called my name.

It wasn't solely based on the observation of my clothes, but rather the absence of physical pain in the lower part of my body. Thank you. Expressing gratitude to God, I held my head, which felt heavy as if it had been burdened with thousands of kilograms. I squinted my eyes, attributing this headache to something trivial compared to the next question that demanded an answer—where am I? Attempting to find the answer, I mustered the strength to get out of bed and approach the door. But before I could take a step, I heard the sound of someone's footsteps. Agitation and fear overwhelmed me, as all sorts of negative thoughts, which I had been suppressing, flooded my mind.

"What happened?" "My head aches so bad" she stated, her eyes closed with pain, her hand resting on her temple, "that often happens, my mama used to massage my head and the pain would go away but nothing is affecting now. I don't know why but I'm experiencing this pain since last night, my every brain cells hurt. I also have to go to university, my class is at 11 but I don't think the pain would go away. I don't know why God has even created headaches," she continued to blabber and her blabbering suddenly stopped when she felt a hand underneath her chin, bobbing her head up. She opened her eyes and saw Irtaza standing near her. "Do you want me to massage your head?"

I asked. "It is in the book of James, chapter one, verse five and it says, 'if any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.' I have so many questions daily, that is where personal revelation is so key! I have been able to find so many answers to spiritual things in just a few weeks that I have been working here. I promise as you take time to read the scriptures, ponder them, and pray about them, you will start to find some answers! I know it is hard to use your time to read a long book that is old and completely out of style but the further you go into the word of God, the further you will be able to find answers

she needs to explain to me why she made my life like this. "Ma'am, you have to remain calm. Even though you have no reason to pray, keep your hopes high. That's all I can tell you to do right now," Doctor Charlie said as she closed the book and slid it onto his table. I could feel a surging headache, and my heartbeat hastened as I could hear a thud in my ears. My eyes became dizzy as my head throbbed. I couldn't point out what was going on with me. Or was God punishing me for saying all of that? I was barely saying my mind just so he knew that he had never answered any of my prayers.

Vespa I woke up in the morning with a terrible headache. It was so bad that it felt like my head was about to burst open like melons. Groaning, I tried to shake off the discomfort, but the pain refused to leave. My head banged, and I slowly sat up, taking deep breaths to find some relief. I felt a dryness and scratchiness in my throat, which must have been the result of all the shouting and crying from the previous night. I couldn't explain what happened to me last night. It felt like I was possessed by an army of people invading my mind and telling me what to do. It was terrifying, and I never want to go through that again.

** That night dragged on like a relentless virus - slow, agonizing and painful. I didn't sleep - I couldn't sleep. The spirits wouldn't let me - they were all around me, watching me. Mama must have welcomed them into our home in addition to letting them into her heart. But it wasn't just the spirits I felt (they were a quiet and respectful bunch), but the thought of Hezekiah running through my mind that made it impossible to sleep. I sat on the bed, hands shaking from anxiety, neck pulsing in pain, wondering what was happening to him. Did his lungs still feel like they were filled with boiling oil? Did he still struggle for breath?

I listened to their conversations mentioning his name, even though he wasn't there? I was finishing work today when suddenly my head hurt a lot. This headache of mine often appears at unexpected times, and now I suddenly feel the pain again. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe regularly. This didn't make my headache go away, but at least it could reduce the pain a little by me being calm.

But deep down, I didn’t believe that. I rubbed at my temples, the faint trace of a headache forming already. Ethan had given me medicine before, something from a so-called healer. It had helped, but only for a little while. These headaches weren’t the normal kind anyway. They came like a storm rolling in—sudden, thick, suffocating. I bit my lip, staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling. ‘What if this is more than just nerves? What if something’s wrong with me?’ The thought made my stomach twist.

Now that I had a magical crystal, I could use the lights easier, and I didn’t have to worry about anyone coming in. I relaxed into the seat. My eyes felt heavy as I thought more about it. It felt a lot like I had barely slept at all between the headaches and all the stuff with Dagon. I shook my head and opened the small tablet that Yvonne was letting me borrow until Dagon could get me one and navigated to the orientation page of the supernatural curriculum. The crest of the Supernatural Council appeared, and as I stared at it, I got a blinding headache. My head pounded. It was like a spike had been driven into my head, but I saw the shadowed face of a man. I heard him panting.